Текст песни T.B. Eighteen - Город

I go out in the evening at home
Entrance closes the heavy door
In the courtyard, where the children used to play
Quietly, though almost no people

On the way to the subway teenagers with beer
Paul area addicts and alcoholics
There are no ideals, no prospects
Every year fewer and fewer healthy people

Chorus:
My city presses tall skyscrapers
My sky obscure high roof
For the underground noise and hum of machines
I feel the city breathing

Choking from the abundance of dirt
From the number of people he does not need
He remains a little-he is running out
He wants your blood and mine

The subway sad faces
Buried in newspaper readers Media
Evening News and detectives
Clutter their brains vegetable

Half of his half visitors
Money from all main goal here
Dolby aggressive music in the ears
City makes Snape

The center of the capital - Manezh Square
By the number of brutal like a forest
But leave here is not an option
Exit - is here to stay

Here, among the hustles, jams and mud
Stress, problems, cops, gopoty
In a city where you have lived all my life
You know - either he or you